GERMANY
As of this weekend just gone, Dora and Bertpfeife officially win at year abroad for making it all the way from their respective cities to come visit me in the 'burg.
As of this weekend just gone, Dora and Bertpfeife officially win at year abroad for making it all the way from their respective cities to come visit me in the 'burg.
Yeah, thats happening for real.
I guess the highlight of both their trips would have to be meeting cats at Neuerburg's little castle. Now, cats are a pretty tame suggestion in the grand list of 'things worth travelling 7 hours for in Germany', but these ones qualified just for old fashioned entertainment value.
General fun with cats. Ever held a cat out in front of you like in the opening scene of the Lion King? I have.
Since this activity comprised about 80% of Neuerburg's fun and games industry, we headed to the park.
I'm still trying to work out exactly what this thing is. If there was some picture or some reason for it to have faceholes, it might be understandable, but as it stands, it's just something that lets you see what you'd look like if your face was part of a disproportianate football pitch.
Watch out, Neuerburg. Watford's 'ere.
On the saturday night we were also in Trier, drinking and eating and being cold. Me and Bertpfeife and Anna checked out all the old Roman stuff (what's left of it) and Dora joined us about half 5 for steak and mahoosive beers.
It actually felt pretty weird having English friends in the 'Burg, seeing as all I've come to associate it with is old people, crazy people and trees. Now I can associate it with happy people. And cats.
Oh, and snow. It snowed again like it did in January last night, which means I'm shelving the converse in favour of better shoes and wishing that whoever moved my scarf from the staffroom (I'm looking at you, 3p.m. cleaning lady) would give it back because my face is getting cold.
Tomorrow I'm being expected to teach the 2nd lesson, apparently. According to the email I got about an hour ago "we are looking forward to your lesson max", but I didn't know what the German was for "don't get your hopes up", so I think disappointment and the crossing of my name from all future lessons is on the cards.
I think I might try and blag this one with some shit about English stereotypes or Yorkshire pudding or the Queen. We'll see.
Today, my fortune cookie tells me "you are vibrating of energy and power". Wise words China.
